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It wasn't supposed to happen like this. They won, but it wasn't supposed to end this way. Sammy was supposed to be free of this, but not like this. He was supposed to go out, find a woman, have baby Sammys. Not this. Dean struggled to sit up, to find his brother. Groaning in pain, he shoved the knife away from his body, opening the wounds marring his torso. Placing a hand over the worst wound, he scooted to Sammy and grimaced. His baby brother was lying in a pool of crimson blood, his face beaten and bruised.
When Dean came into view, Sam whimpered, his face contorting in pain. "It hurts." He managed through gritted teeth. Gasping, Sam pushed his hands harder into his abdomen, though it did nothing to ease the pain or staunch the blood flowing freely.
"Sammy. Sammy!" Dean rasped, reaching his brothers side.
"De. De." Sam had reverted back upon the childhood nickname. Dean knew they didnt have much time.
"I know you're scared, Sammy." Dean paused, breathing heavily for a moment, it was all he could afford. "But it's okay. I'm right here Sammy. I'm right here to protect you baby brother."
Sam began to cough, a disgusting wet sound erupting from his mouth, a small string of red laying across his cheek, his teeth stained crimson. Dean noticed that Sam seemed to be studying his face, he knew it would be the last time. Laying down beside his brother, Dean noticed how tired he was.
As the blackness began to creep into the edges of his vision, Dean wheezed before whispering gravely.
"Bitch."
"Jerk." Came the soft reply a minute later.
Smiling all the while, Dean listened as Sammy's breathing slowed, and clasped his hand. The last coherent thought Dean had, was "This is our only chickflick moment. I'm sorry Sammy."
With smiles on their faces and clasped hands, Sam and Dean laid their weary heads to rest for the final time.
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